The days pass,
My role as a leader is not worshiped anymore. I am like a ghost.
They live these life's without me.
Am I the bad one?
What am I doing wrong?
I'm not right? I am not.
If they don't want me they shouldn't deserve my attention.
Everyone I ever met has ignored me. And those who don't just feel pity. They don't know me.
They assume they do, but they never did.
This place is not my home anymore.
